Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. "I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you."

Amelia was moved and worried. "Steve..."

"I no longer have a home."

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. "I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead."

"Who said you don't have a home?"

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. "Home is where I am. My family is your family, too."

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

covered up in his pajamas, lay stiffly next to Amelia. Neither crossed the

overwhelmed by her warmth and the rhythm of her breathing.

fire stirred

it was pure torture to lay next to the

wave of scent tickled

to see Amelia straddling him. As she leaned in, the

beating out of his heart, Steven closed his eyes so as not to violate her

Amelia's lip clung to

opened his red-rimmed eyes, the sweat in his palms drenching

"Take me, Steve."

lust, he cast

rolled over, an overpowering spy voice held a thick

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